A Long, Long Time Ago...

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ To be reinspired, I am worshipping the great goddess. Oh Sonico-chan⁽ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵛᵉʳˢᶦᵒⁿ⁾, make me pretty and productive again. ♡(•͈ ᴗ₍•͈ ) For chilling, I'm also bringing back Kaskade and Late Night Alumni. (T\\~\\T) The amount of self-confidence this type of music always brought me… I need to take a break from CashforGold. Lovely sensual music, but maybe it's best left for lovemaking now; the lyrics make me remember unpleasant similarities with Jeanne, and then I dwell on them too much.

Coffee to go

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ Every time Vanitas' mind causes him to act like a Clever Little Sh*t. ♡(•͈ ﹃₍ •͈ ) I wish I had the time to collect every gif image of the moments this happened.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

⩍ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, ℂ𝕙. 𝟙𓂂𓏸 ♡ . ࣪ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

At the rooftop of Hotel Chou Chou, the couple stood a few meters apart…

On this quiet evening, Jeanne stood like a wildflower caught in a breeze. Molten golden eyes narrowed in defiance, enhancing the beauty that swelled in her presence, as if she were woven from the very stars themselves. A delicate, creamy thigh emerges from the slit of her flowing white gown, kissed tenderly by the light of the Blue Moon.

“Tch…” Her gaze flickered with an intense, angry red. Her fists balled up at her sides. “Alright. Well, here and now, I’ll break one of your bones. Then, I’ll cut off that ridiculous rat tail and offer it to Dominique-sama. A convenient woman to Noe, huh? Who exactly do you think you are to be saying something like that towards Dominique-sama?!” She ran forward, her hand reaching out to grab him.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝟏.𝟎 (𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊) w/ @docteur-vanitas

“Vanitas ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ You said these rude words! For Dominique-sama, I demand a fight with you! -Jeanne💝” *vampire hiss*

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ …A fight, Jeanne? I'm really curious to find out more ·̲·̲·

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ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ

He loves the oxytocin💕~

I’m caring for this neglected dog.. and I’m so glad; the fur on his thigh is finally growing. The problem was because he lacked enough food.

Besides this, I’m almost done creating a feminine book for fun. It’s not the VaniJeanne hentai comic though. (///~///) I need my Vanitas’ help for that…

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚.∘ ˙○˚. ₊｡ ⊹ 𓍼 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ˚∘˙○˚｡ ⊹˚∘ ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

—-----𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕤, 𝕤𝕒𝕪 "𝕪𝕖𝕤~"?

Jeanne swallowed thickly, tasting the desire in the back of her throat.

“'Want it,” she whispered softly, “I want it so, so bad. Vanitas…” Her voice tapered off as he walked farther and farther away. THUD—-

She crashed onto the floor with a dry hit, breasts bouncing as she ached for air. She’s a squirming mess, soft and caressable in all the right places with sweaty, silky locks sticking to her face.

“I need to feel your blood inside me…”

She crawled towards the bed, towards him. She was desperate to achieve that happy, gooey, honey feeling in her body.

Finally, at Vanitas’ feet, she sat up. Her thighs parted, cheeks a pretty crimson. Her eyes glowed with the eternal red moon. And she remained there with an absolute look of lust-induced stupor on her face. Her eyes shifted to his neck, its girth leaving her salivating. Just from this distance, she could feel the warmth radiating from it. And for a second, she thought she saw it twitch, vying for attention. She couldn’t wait to make it twitch more; it would twitch and twitch and twitch if her hot, fleshy tongue rubbed against it. She would make it leak. No, a big, warm load would spurt into her mouth. Jeanne can just imagine his deliciousness painting the pink tunnel of her mouth. She swallows the saliva pooled on her tongue.

“I want to taste you again. Vanitas, don’t you want it, too?” Her voice played the sweetest kind of music. “You’re not willing..?” She was confused. She thought that he also loved using her for his own pleasure. She thought he loved the feeling of her milking every last drop of his vitality onto her beautiful face. If he coaxes her, then the command would quickly sink deep into her bones. The kindness would bring her absolute happiness~ Suddenly—--

Vanitas felt something wet lick his knee. Her tongue glided over its curve, forming a thin, slick sheen. She whines, just because she can. She expects anger or retaliation to settle on his face. Still, she dares to ask:

“If you're excited, lay down on the bed…? Don't you want me to squeeze it all out of you?”

The sick little thing only continued to stare up at him with those starry little doe eyes, lips glistening. She can sense it. She can sense that she is so close. She can almost hear the bed creak violently. He just needs to let her squeeze out every drop of him. He just needs to say "yes".

.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥

₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.

She presses the button. She presses it again. Press… Press. Press.

Jeanne couldn't send her message anonymously. He definitely did this on purpose (specifically for her). However, she still decided to send one anyway. 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, he would answer…

❝Ahem. Would you rather: (a) someone accidentally sees you showering? or (b) someone accidentally sees you sitting at les toilettes?❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Of course it could have been a trap, but Vanitas had the answer ready.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You weren't careful, 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯 . I can keep my promises, but you know I want something in return ·̲·̲·

And in that case, the doctor would guarantee her privacy, but first he wanted to know what he was supposed to keep for himself, the object of a kind of blackmail disguised as a pact, the knot in a rope that tied the makers of the deal, where each, at this point, was trying to pull the other's end into his own fist as well. Apparently, the burly vampiress was trying to rebel against the human's monopoly, but her peculiar defiance was not enough to deter him, on the contrary; this became the amusing manifestation of a feeling of irritation dug deep into his delight, annoyingly stinging her and pushing her in a desperate attempt to confuse him, to upset him: practically an irresistible invitation to persevere, for the executioner, a facet that added to the game, making it lively, never still and boring, even more exciting, fuelling Vanitas' curiosity, which he shamelessly makes no secret of.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ I am very intrigued. Let me see how long you are able to resist ·̲

⠀⠀⠀An annoyingly provocative sensuality as such, inherent in the blatantly natural behaviour of everything Vanitas possesses, now finds its climax in the tilted skull, all the rest of the body soft to release, into the upper block, its seductive energy, which corrupts the face, drenched in a disrespectfully flirtatious smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ You could have been more direct and made an explicit request. Do you like water shows ͟?

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₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀 Jeanne 2.0, after falling in love with Vanitas... A soft whine spilled from her lips.

"I need it... It's been too long. If you'd like, I can just take it.. here. Again." Jeanne held his gloved hand, the twin suns in her eyes fluttering closed. She barely hesitated, sliding her tongue against the palm all the way to the tip of the middle finger.

Don't touch my...

┊♡┊𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ!! 🍞🍮 …𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝. Private & selective. A roleplay account for the canon character JEANNE from “The Case Study of Vanitas”.

𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕀ℙ, with @docteur-vanitas 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽? *vampire hiss* ୧(˶˃ᴖ₍ •͈ )ᕗ💢 He is MINE, and I am his'! We breed like monogamous rabbits! Also, I only drink HIS blood (so I won't drink another Vanitas' blood)🩸🩸🩸

𝐷𝑜𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙-𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 & 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠.

ℳ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒.ღ 𝑊𝐼𝑃.